Nie Suyuan snorted coldly and asked disdainfully, "Every time it's us being forced to respond, can't we take the initiative for once?"
"But haven't you already been demoted into the Nine Netherworld Deadlands?" The handsome man was somewhat unable to understand.
Nie Suyuan let out a mocking laugh. "Yet I'm still a Half-Immortal Body, with Immortal Bloodline flowing in my veins. Besides, if we really let you open that door, you think you'd be satisfied with unifying only the Immortal Realm and just let my Nine Netherworld Deadlands off?"
"Good, good, good!" The handsome man spat out three "goods" in a row, the Demonic Qi on his body crazily erupting. His originally flawless face twisted violently, and pitch-black Demon Patterns actually surfaced.
At the same time, two purple-gold horns suddenly grew out from his forehead.
Yang Yan couldn't help but pause for a moment.
It wasn't that this transformation shocked him, but that that golden chicken claw looked so familiar.
